Will O'Malley

[Will O'Malley]

::William Ryan O'Malley::

"Army Doctor. So can kill you...and fix that."

::Biographical::
Name: William Ryan O'Malley
Alias: Will, Hey-You-With-The-Face
Species: Taur'i
Homeworld: Earthland
Gender: Male
Born: October 4th (36)

::Physical::
Height: 5'11"
Hair: Dark-dark brown - normally messy. Always cut above his ears.
Eyes: Bright blue.
Skin: Always pale.
Features: Will stands at an average height with an overall athletic build, thanks to years of being within the British Army, and a member of a Stargate program. His skin his naturally a pale hue, and in all honesty, he really, really can't tan. Thanks to his military background, his hair is normally cropped short. However, after his time at home, his hair is a bit longer than the standard allows - taking up a 'messy' quality that he doesn't mind. Even though Will is a BA man, he'll sometimes allow stubble to grow upon his features - just for the sake of something different.
Attire: Never a fan of lab coats, Will's normal wardrobe walks the line between fancy and casual. He generally likes button up shirts and things will collars - but prefers jeans over all other pants. Normally, however, he finds himself stuck in uniform, so 'what he wants' doesn't really matter in the first place.
Face Claim: Misha Collins

::Psychological::
Strengths:

• Quick learner
  
• Fast thinker
  
• Amazingly strong stomach
  
• Good Leader
  
• Good Friend
  
• Morbid Sense of Humor
  
• Generally a good and nice person
  
• Sarcastic
  
• Witty
  
• Good aim
  

Weaknesses:

• Over-thinker
  
• Insomniac
  
• Doesn't let people "in" that easily
  
• Prone to psychological failure
  
• Second Guesser
  
• Never admits when injured
  
• Has a constant sense of impending doom
  
• Hates being a patient
  
• Just great at bottling things up
  
• Addicted to Coffee
  
• Work-a-holic
  

Likes:

• Coffee
  
• Listening to music
  
• Keeping busy
  
• Healing basic injuries
  
• Aliens
  
• (Though he won't admit it) The thrill of combat
  
• Puzzles
  
• Singing in the shower
  
• Swimming
  
• SciFi
  

Dislikes:

• Sleeping
  
• Stress
  
• Patients dying
  
• Failure
  
• Being sick
  
• Death in general
  
• The taste of cottage cheese
  
• Tea
  

Personality: Will is one to keep a lot of his thoughts within his mind - never letting them escape to the surface. Basically - he's a bottler. If he's got a problem or issue he should be vocalizing, he'll just end up with a bad case of insomnia. It's just a general habit that he's always had - even when he was a child. Hurt himself? Will would most likely cover it with something and not tell anyone. In general, he hates making big deals out of anything. However, after some time off, he's prone to being more vocal than before. He might pause or hesitate slightly, but if something bothers him, he might say, "You know what? I'm not okay with that," and go into a rant with his lovely accent.

O'Malley simply doesn't enjoy having his buttons pushed. Like all people, he has a fuse. His is a moderate length on a good day - and maybe a bit blunt if he woke up on the wrong side of the bed...or rather just got up off the wrong side of the bed, considering he's a serious insomniac. His insomnia is normally offset by his addiction to caffeine - or rather coffee. Yes, Will sleeps - though a good night is far less hours than the average person. A bad night is zero sleep at all. He simply has an overactive mind that refuses to shut down...and refuses to take sleeping pills. The Doctor finds them far too hazardous for just some sleep.

Naturally, Will has a very cynical side, which warps into his morbid sense of humor. He strongly believes in offsetting harsh realities with humor - now finding it a reflex, rather than something he has to focus on. Even with this strange sense of humor, he's still hard-pressed to ever show any real public displays of affection...normally. There have been instances where this has been broken, though.

::Professional::
Occupation: Medical Doctor & Soldier
Rank: Lieutenant Colonel
Organization: British Army
Languages: English
Equipment: Normally has a bag with him that carries basic medical supplies. Bandages, anti-bacterial fluids, a needle and fabric for stitches, various general medications (for pain killing), as well as a heat pack (crush to start warmth), and a cool pack (crush to start the cool).

::History::
Will was born to Emily and Harry O'Malley thirty-five years ago in London, England. At first Will was a quiet baby - not making noise until it was critical...like a bleeding 'booboo', or hunger...or a diaper change. As he began using his feet and fingers, however, his speech turned him louder - now able to actually use a sound to get exactly what he wanted. Once he became more self aware (around age four), his relationship with his parents remained a close one. They were so proud of any little thing he did - always finding time for their baby boy - which meant pushing away nursing or military contracting.

With the learning of words, toes, and crayons, Will progressed through life at a slightly faster than normal rate - only tripping at age ten, when his little brother Lee was born. This new and pink thing in his life was both fascinating and a bit disturbing. His parents of course paid more attention to it rather than him...and that was a bit shocking for the ten-year-old...though he sort of got over it. Of course, the two siblings began teasing each other as soon as Lee was able to realized what the hell Will was.

But that is just a given.

At age twelve, Harry O'Malley first took Will out to the shooting range, causing the young Will to jump at the loud noises. In all honesty, O'Malley mostly enjoyed it, since his two year old brother couldn't be part of their fun...plus there was an interesting art to it that he just couldn't put his finger on. Will's mother also dragged him into the hospital on a regular bassis when he wasn't in school - allowing him to help her nurse the patients within the clinic.

Will progressed through his education, always being mildly obsessive about his grades and overall trying to learn everything he could…just for the sake of knowing it. O’Malley wasn’t a fan of being confronted with something and not knowing the answer…it just annoyed him to no end.

At age sixteen, Will finally got enough courage to ask out his first soon-to-be-girlfriend, Evie McGee. They both attended the same school and had most of their classes together – and he had known her since they were both toddlers, thanks to her living across the street from the O’Malley household. She was about two inches shorter than the 5’8” Will, being the perfect hugging and kissing height. Evie was a bit of a rocker – tending to always wear some sort of black band-shirt, always had short-cropped-strawberry-blonde hair, with bright blue eyes to match. She was his dream girl…and she said, “Durrr I’ll go out with you.” Bliss.

They dated for about a year, slowly stealing each-other’s innocence, before disaster struck. Will and Evie were on their way home from getting some ice cream at the Shoppe just down the street from their homes, when a drunk driver sped down the street – as Evie ‘raced’ Will across the street. She knew she was a better runner than him. The driver hit and ran Evie – leaving Will with an unconscious and bleeding body before him.

By the time Will’s mom – a nurse – and the rest of the medical people could arrive (which was honestly about five minutes later), it was too late. Feeling helpless and as if he had failed, Will began throwing himself into the medical field.

At this point, Lee and Will’s parents took a step back from their eldest son – knowing he had just gone through a lot and needed space. It was at this point his grades were almost annoyingly high, and he even got a job as a waiter as a distraction and – of course – to make some money. For about a year Will remained in a depression, until he was old enough to graduate from high school, and attend a University. He attended the Bangor Medical College, Wales, before becoming an intern for about a year. With a full medical degree, Will then joined the British Army, wanting to mix his father’s and mother’s career tracks.

After he went through basic training, he was thrown into combat as an Army Medic, with Colonel Prynne’s fiery gaze staring down at him the entire time. He enjoyed torturing young Will by never addressing him by his proper rank or even last name. To Colonel Prynne, Lieutenant William O’Malley was…Wanda. Constantly berating the Medic, he forced Will to his wits end on a regular basis – simply because he was the medic. Even with all the teasing and psychological torture of being always addressed by a female name – the way Prynne pushed Will, gave him some hope that Prynne wanted him to succeed; not fold under the pressure and begin sobbing in the fetal position.

After a stint with Prynne daring the enemy – with his gun pointed to his stomach with the enemies hand upon the trigger – to fire...the team ended up within a cave. Prynne lay upon the cave’s floor – yelling at Will (or rather Wanda – in blame for his injury.

“Do you see what you did to me?!" screeched Prynne, eyes filled with hate, "I've done so much for you...and what do you do? You lead me to this lovely injury. Come on Wanda - patch me up so we can get the hell out of here."
"No." Will heard himself state, hands clenched.
"Oh - finally showing some courage at the last moment; excellent job - and worst possible time. You couldn't have shown your bravery back there, when you ducked down and got all your men fired at."
"That wasn't my fault! Hickerington pushed me down as the first was shot! I didn't abandon anybody! I owe my life to him...he actually respected me!"
"Are we really going to argue about respect? I'm bleeding to death, you pansy!"
"I CAN'T SAVE YOU!!!" cried Will, his voice eerily echoing around the cave.
"WHY NOT?!"
Will blinked and found himself applying pressure to the wound - blood dying his clothing and skin.
"You're internally bleeding - we need to get you out of here..."
"Finally decided to help me?"
"This wound was self inflicted..."
"How is being shot by someone else, self inflicted, Wanda?"
"STOP CALLING ME WANDA! My name is William O'Malley. And you held the gun to your stomach with the enemy's hand on the trigger and dared them to fire - you bumbling idiot! You piece of rubbish! You stain on the ground!"
"Ooo, I'm a stain now. I've always adored being a stain, Wanda. And I love how you help me after swearing not to, Wanda, you've always been a weak one."
"You got the entire team killed by an act of sheer stupidity."
"You did, my bumbling apprentice. I asked 'left or right' and you chose 'right' - and we died. Your fault, not mine."
"You killed them all - you lost the coordinates and broke our radios by being lost in the first place! If you hadn't—"
Prynne's filthy grip found itself around Will's throat, constricting his hair to the point where Will began to feel like he was drowning.
"Fine - don't help me. Let me die - but if you think I'm going to let you live - ha...you're insane!"
As the maniac burst into laughter, Will slid his foot in front of him, pushing off from Prynne's face - in order to release his death grip upon Will's throat.
The injured Colonel released O'Malley, sending him into the wall, scratching his back upon the ridged walls of the cave.
Will let out a hiss of pain as he gulped for air, realizing a new low.
"You finally lost it, Prynne." Will whispered in a hoarse, dry voice, "You were once a brilliant man...now you are simply a crazy bleeding guy in a cave. War had its toll upon your mind, sir...and I think it won."
A guttural and eerie - yet faint laughter emanated from Prynne who lay face down, blood gathered around him like some demonic body-halo.
"You killed me, O'Malley - you let your commanding officer die..."
A disgusting retch and cough echoed around the cave, as blood was brought up through Prynne’s mouth.
"You failed, William O'Malley...you shall forever be Wanda..." the voice trailed off, and Will's own vision blurred - sending him forward into a pool of Prynne's blood.

He later awoke in a military hospital, before being briefly reassigned to a team in a less-active area of combat, where Will made a name for himself as a successful Medic.

After a few months in his new assignment, O’Malley was summoned to a base in Colorado – where his world changed forever. Aliens, space travel, and the Stargate. It was…mind blowing. He was soon shipped off to the Andromedia Galaxy, where he settled in as one of the Medical Doctors.

Through his missions and slow rise through both the ranks and up the power-ladder that is Delta. After around a year of service, he was promoted to the base’s CMO as well as being pushed to the rank of “Major”. He also was transferred to the SD-1 team – where he was under the command of Troy Lovridge, and received the position of XO.

Later in his career, he was sent off from Delta to literally ‘help the galaxy’, with planets that had medical problems.

After said small mission, O'Malley took time off from his space-like service. Will lost touch with pretty much everyone as soon as the mission to "heal the galaxy" was declared over…leaving O’Malley with random bouts of ‘Delta sickness,' since he decided to not return. They were the best years of his life…and they were now over. He wasn't sure why he declined the offer to return. Some part of him needed a break from the constant movement. He just...wanted to exist as a normal human. Sadly this meant he was eaten right back up by the BA.

Seeking some time off from the BA, he took up a job in his home town as a Civilian Doctor – wanting just a break from it all. Meaning...all-all. No guns. No combat. Just...being a doctor. It allowed him to visit his brother and parents…and just get used to not having a giant magic-donut eating him and throwing him up somewhere else in the Universe.

The British Army called him back after a few months off, landing him a job in a military hospital – nothing too extreme, but enough to keep him busy, stressed, and enough to give him a promotion.

Then he received a call from the SGC once more. They wanted him back. For another mission.


::Sample::
Army boots stopped upon the ground. A quick breath shot in and out between lightly chapped lips. His heart beat faster than normal, as his surgical scrubs flapped lightly at his sides. People kept dodging out of his way, shooting him odd looks. He knew what they were thinking. "Why is he running?" Well if they had received a message saying "CODE RED EMERGENCY IN ROOM 32B. HURRY," they would probably be running too. But what could it be? Will's mind raced as his feet followed suit. The fact that no one else seemed alerted, caused the now Lt. Colonel to feel almost a bite of unreasonable fear. If there was a true emergency, he shouldn't be the only one they needed...right?

Sliding to a halt, Will stared at the door. 32B. With a deep breath, he opened the door. Inside there wasn't a dying man. Nor a hurt man. Nor any sort of injury at all. Instead there was a group of army-sorts wearing uniforms that did not match his fellow soldiers.

"You...you said code red," O'Malley stated, irritation in his voice, as he scanned their uniforms. Stargate. Why were they here?
"Well it is, Lieutenant Colonel," the man smiled, "We need and want you for another mission."
"New mission?"
"Nope. People just quit because there were lots of near death situations. Need more."
"Lively bunch, you are."
"We are stating facts."
"Well normal people would be angry right now, for you just pulled me away from other patients within an army hospital. Normal people would be horrified that you just asked me to work for you, after saying 'well other people quite because they almost died.' And lastly...why are you smiling?"
"Because you're going to say yes."
"That's beside the point."

Will left with them, not making eye-contact with his co-workers. He felt bad leaving, but at the same time...he was starting to hate Earth life yet again. He was surrounded by people hurting people. Not aliens, space, or even accidents. It was always humans hurting their own kind. Before his time on Delta, he wouldn't have cared in the least bit. It was just his daily routine. Pull a bullet out of one guy. Fish shrapnel out of another. So what if it was people hurting people? It was his job to keep them safe.

But now...now he had a problem with it. He was used to the enemy never being his own people. Humans should all be on one side against the dangers of the Universe - but no. They were waging wars against the littlest things. He just didn't understand it. It sickened him, even. While he may have acted annoyed with the men that now walked directly in front, behind, and to the sides of Will...he had been waiting for that call for about a month. Or at least hoping for it. While home was nice, O'Malley was too aware that he was brainwashed by the SGC to never live a normal life again. He missed space.

And now he was going back.
::Player::
Name: Hayles
Experience: 6+ years
Characters: Zane Cobb, Abi Elly
Referral: JAY.
Password: YOUR MOM.

[Aleksandr Kamarov]

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